Riddles.
Riddle 1
A box beneath a tree,
Inside some tasty meat.
Kept for a month or more,
It still tastes as sweet.
Riddle 2
A precious gift this,
Yet it has no end or beginning.
And in the middle, nothing.
Riddle 3
A strange earthen house,
That brings naught but disdain.
And yet those who stay there,
Never do complain.
Riddle 4
Although my cow is dead,
I continue to beat her.
What a racket she makes!
Riddle 5
Though not a plant, has leaves.
Though not a beast, has spine.
Though many wouldn't need this thing,
'Tis more valuable than wine.
Riddle 6
After the final fire,
the winds will blow.
And these, which are already dead,
will cover the ones who have
yet to die.
Riddle 7
All about the house,
With his Lady he dances.
Yet he always works,
And never romances.
Riddle 8
An untiring servant it is,
carrying loads across muddy earth.
But one thing that cannot be forced,
is a return to the place of its birth.
Riddle 9
Brought to the table.
Cut and served.
Never eaten.
Riddle 10
It is too much for one.
Two it is meant for.
But it no longer exists,
When the two become more.
A box beneath a tree,
Inside some tasty meat.
Kept for a month or more,
It still tastes as sweet.
Riddle 2
A precious gift this,
Yet it has no end or beginning.
And in the middle, nothing.
Riddle 3
A strange earthen house,
That brings naught but disdain.
And yet those who stay there,
Never do complain.
Riddle 4
Although my cow is dead,
I continue to beat her.
What a racket she makes!
Riddle 5
Though not a plant, has leaves.
Though not a beast, has spine.
Though many wouldn't need this thing,
'Tis more valuable than wine.
Riddle 6
After the final fire,
the winds will blow.
And these, which are already dead,
will cover the ones who have
yet to die.
Riddle 7
All about the house,
With his Lady he dances.
Yet he always works,
And never romances.
Riddle 8
An untiring servant it is,
carrying loads across muddy earth.
But one thing that cannot be forced,
is a return to the place of its birth.
Riddle 9
Brought to the table.
Cut and served.
Never eaten.
Riddle 10
It is too much for one.
Two it is meant for.
But it no longer exists,
When the two become more.
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